Lyrical Breakdown of Long Live A$AP - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Long Live A$AP" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

  • Lyric Overview: Witness how A$AP Rocky weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Long Live A$AP" is a testament to masterful songwriting.
  • Rhyme and Rhythm Analysis: Our Lazyjot editor highlights the ingenious use of multi-syllabic rhymes and the rhythm pattern that A$AP Rocky employs. Understand the construction of each verse and how it contributes to the song's overall impact.
  • Syllable Pattern Insights: Dive deeper into the structural elements of the lyrics. See how the syllable count varies across the song, adding a unique rhythm and flow to A$AP Rocky's narrative.

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I thought I'd probably die in prison, expensive taste in women

Ain't had no pot to piss in, now my kitchen full of dishes

Nose bloody from that sniffin', your heroin addiction

Trigger finger itching fuck parental supervision

This be that murder business, little Timmy got that semi

I ain't kidding hide yo kittens, hit yo children with that Smith and

A bunch of ignant little niglets, hard headed, never listen

Purple sippin', finger twistin', teeth glisten like it's Memphis

A bunch of hypocritic Christians, the land of no religion

My Santa Claus was missing, catch you slippin' then it's Christmas

Motherfuck a wishlist, my ghetto was ambition

For my benjis and my Bentley, and them bitches now I gets gets

On the road to riches, a diamond ring, designer jeans

Choking on that biscuit till I'm no longer existing

I wonder if they miss me, as long as I make history

Now my soul is feeling empty, tell the reaper come and get me

Who said you can't live forever lied

Of course, I'm living forever I'll

Forever, I'll live long

You can't ever deny

My force, I'm living forever I'll

Forever, I'll LIVE

Riding through your city like that motherfucka mine

Or choking on that semi, rob a motherfucka blind

License plate says wipe me down, car from 1989

But a nigga sits so pretty call that motherfucker fine

Lost your motherfucking mind, what's on your mind niggas talking down

Never talk to cops, make him talk to God when I tote that 9, he ain't talking now

Tell 'em watch your spine, I mean watch your back

Better guide your track, better not look back

Now stay in line, don't step on cracks

So you break her back I'm talking 'bout your mom

Cause there's killers in my town, making hits, sniffing lines

Out committing crimes, wait for shit to simmer down

Corrupted little minds, 8 and 9, finna shine

On the grind, do you dirty with that shimmy shimmy ya

Where they shoot without a purpose, services 'n hearses

Kids who ain't deserve it, can't survive a thing, you're worthless

Strangers make me nervous, who's that peekin' in my window with a pistol to my curtains?

Who said you can't live forever lied

Of course, I'm living forever I'll

Forever, I'll live long

You can't ever deny

My force, I'm living forever I'll

Forever, I'll LIVE

Pretty nigga rich, Flacko be the shit

And that bitch, know we poppin' so she boppin' on this dick

Nigga, R.I.P. to Pimp, can't forget Little Flip

And I take it out to Memphis so shout out to Triple Six

Who said you can't live forever lied

Of course, I'm living forever I'll

Forever, I'll live long

You can't ever deny

My force, I'm living forever I'll

Forever, I'll LIVE